A/N: Finally! put a catagory for Gun Sword! im happy. speakin of which...Welcome to my GXS fanfic! I'm glad you chose this one to read. I hope I stayed true to the characters. I got obsessed with this anime a while ago, and when I got to the last episode, and they left it on a total cliffhanger i was like, "What the...?! Not fair! So much could still happen!" So, here's my imagination gone buckwild. lol! Enough of this, enjoy this fanifc!


Chapter 1: Together Again

Wendy stared at him, her head spinning. She had hoped to see him soon, but not this soon! The first time they've seen each other in years and all she could do was stare at him. Snap out of it, Wendy!

"Van," she breathed, standing and totally forgetting the other man at her table.

"Hey," he replied, straightening a little. "Uh…girl."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Wendy shouted. "You don't remember my name?!"

"Do I know you?" Van frowned, examining her face from where he stood. "My memory's not what it used to be."

"Y-You really don't remember?" Wendy frowned back in wonder.

"I don't believe it!"

Wendy and Van looked to the man at the table as he stood staring wide eyed at Van.

"You're Van the Incredible?! The man we've been talking about this whole time, Wendy!"

"Wendy?" Van frowned as she looked back at him. He was looking at her with wide eyes in recognition of that name. He looked at Kamayo and a light bulb went off in his head as he looked back at her. "Wendy."

"Yes, Van?" she smiled slightly, now knowing that he remembered.

"You've grown up, haven't you?"

"Well, yeah. It's been near ten years now."

"Ten years, huh?" Van smirked a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't seem like that long."

"Mr. Van," the man called, walking toward him. "I'm a reporter for the local newspaper. Mind giving me an interview about your recent travels and that incredible armor of yours?"

"Actually, I do," Van replied flatly.

"Huh?!" Wendy and the reporter said in unison.

"Interviews are just a waste of my time," Van replied, walking to the table and sitting. "And besides, I'm hungry."

"But, Mr. Van---"

"These days I go by Van of the Gun Sword."

"Van of the Dawn was nicer," Wendy mumbled with a bit of a blush.

"Van, Sir, the people here think you're dead."

"Well, then, tell them I'm not. Tell them you saw me. That'd be better than an interview, and it won't take up so much time."

"But---"

"I said no."

Wendy stared at Van in shock at his tone. There was subtle impatience, and irritation in his voice that she had only heard when they were facing some kind of danger. What was wrong with him?

"Maybe you should go," Wendy whispered to the reporter. "I'll talk to him and contact you later."

The man opened his mouth to argue, but opted to nod and leave instead. Wendy shut the door behind him and whirled around to stare at Van in anger.

"You didn't have to be so rude!" she said and Van turned in his chair to look at her.

"Huh?"

"You were so rude to him! You could have said you would think about it, or…something!"

"But I wasn't gonna think about it," Van replied. "I didn't want to give an interview. Why would I tell him I'd think about it when I wasn't going to?"

Wendy stared at him with wide eyes but her expression softened a bit.

"You haven't changed, have you?" she murmured.

"Guess not," Van shrugged and turned to the table. "Got anything to eat?"

"Oh, yeah!" Wendy walked to Kamayo and took the plate of food from his back then hurried to Van. She placed the plate in front of him and smiled as he stared at it. He looked up at her and she sucked in a silent breath, hoping he would at least tell her thank you.

"Could I, uh, have all your condiments?"

"Can't you just eat it the way I served it?!"

"Why not try it like this?" she wondered, gently pushing the plate closer to him. "I put some seasoning on it already."

"Oh, well, it's not really the seasoning, but…" Van trailed off as he looked back at the plate and rubbed the back of his neck.

"But, what?" Wendy asked, trying to catch his eye.

"You still want me to try eating it regular, huh?"

"Well, I think you'll like it."

Van groaned in thought and picked up one of the fries. He stared at it a minute, scratching his face as Wendy stared at him impatiently. As if he was afraid it would blow up in his mouth, he slowly brought the food to his mouth. Wendy slowly smiled as he did this. He's going to! He's really going to eat it the way I served it!

Kamayo suddenly made his little turtle sound and walked into the table, making Van drop the food onto the plate again and the plate fell to the floor.

"Oh, man," Van said calmly. "That sucks."

"Oh, Kamayo!" Wendy sighed. He was so close!

"Sorry," Van said.

"It's ok," Wendy replied. "I'll make something else." She walked to the kitchen and began bustling around as Van watched her from under his black hat. He may not have changed, but Wendy sure had. She was taller. Her hair was longer and she didn't have the little girly clips at her ears anymore.

"Hey, uh…Wendy?"

She jumped and turned to him.

"Yes, Van?"

"You're, uh…You're not, uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck. Why are you asking her this? "Never mind."

"Uh, ok," Wendy frowned in confusion then turned back to her task of making something for both of them to eat. "So, Van?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you on any specific journey now?"

"Not really. Just tryin' to survive."

"Oh. Have you run into anybody?"

"What do ya mean?"

"Like, Pricilla or Carmon or anybody?"

"Oh. No. Haven't seen them in a while."

"That's a relief. After what they told him, he'd probably fall for one of them instead of..."

"How's Dann?"

"He's alright. We just fought in this major tournament."

"Another one?" Wendy giggled, remembering the last time he was in an armor tournament. "Were you an alternate again?"

"Nah. Just wanted to ride him a while. We haven't been in any real life or death battles or anything."

"That's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't care either way."

"He really hasn't changed."

"So, what have you been up to besides that?"

"Just wandering."

"Oh."

Silence reigned between them as Wendy still bustled around to make stew.

"What about you?" Van wondered, finally breaking the silence.

"What do you mean?"

"What have you been doing?"

"Oh, nothing, really. I work the late shift at a diner a few blocks from here. Not as exciting as the way you've been living, I'll bet," she giggled. More silence.

"Great. The first day he's back in my life and we have absolutely nothing to talk about."

"Hey, uh, Wendy?"

She turned to look at him.

"Yeah, Van?"

He sat up a bit and scratched at one of his side burns wearing his expression blank, as usual.

"I, uh…I missed you."

Wendy's eyes grew a bit wider as she felt her face heat up a bit.

"Y-You did?"

"Yeah," Van shrugged. "You were pretty funny."

"Funny?!"

"I'm not so klutzy anymore, ya know?!" she said loudly. "So if you mean to say that I amused you because I was always falling on my ass---!"

"Whoa, hey, I didn't mean it like that," Van interrupted, holding his hands up in surrender and her rage turned to wonderment. "It was just kinda funny, 'cause you were this kid following me around and… I dunno, it seemed kinda funny."

"Well, I'm not a kid anymore," Wendy said, turning to make her stew.

"No," Van agreed. "You're not."


"Man, that's good!" Van shouted as he ate his stew.

"Glad you like it," Wendy groaned. He had found every single condiment she had and poured it in. She thought what he had done when they were in the blimp was gross, but this took the cake.

"Do you want more milk?" she wondered, seeing his glass was near empty.

"Oh, yeah," Van replied. "Thanks."

"Well, at least he's thanking you."

"So, Van? What are your plans?" Wendy asked, pouring him some more milk.

"I dunno," Van shrugged woofing down his food. "Guess I'll just go back on the road again till I find a place to stay for the night."

"Oh, well, why don't you stay here for the night?" she wondered, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. Van stopped, mid-shove of food to his mouth and looked at her. They were both thinking the same thing:

"Did I really just ask him that?!"

"Did she really just ask me that?!"

Van lowered his spoonful of stew and condiment mush and looked away from her innocent gaze.

"I don't wanna be a burden," he mumbled.

"You wouldn't be," Wendy replied. "I have an extra room you could use. It's not like I always get company. You'll be comfortable, I'm sure."

"Nah, it's ok, really. I can stay in an inn somewhere or on the ground outside, or…whatever. It's fine."

"But I want you to stay."

Van turned a wide eyed gaze to hers and she looked away this time.

"I mean, gosh, Van, we haven't seen each other in years and you just wanna eat and leave?" she giggled, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Well, no, but I don't wanna take up space or anything. As I recall I do nothing but lounge and nap, right?"

"I won't ask you to clean, Van," she smirked, looking up at him. "We could just…catch up."

Van sat back in the chair and smiled a bit at her. Her blush deepened a bit at that and she looked away.

"Well, I guess if ya want me here that bad---"

"Well, don't feel like you have to!" Wendy said quickly as she looked back at him. "I mean, you always do what you want anyway, but…" She almost couldn't finish, seeing him stare at her with wide eyes full of surprise. Those deep, crimson eyes. "If you don't wanna stay---"

"It doesn't matter to me, really," Van shrugged, starting at his food again. "I'll stay here, if you don't mind me staying."

Wendy nodded, but felt her heart clench a bit. It didn't matter to him. Of course it doesn't matter to him! Nothing matters to him!

"Hey, you got any more of this stew?" Van wondered, pushing his bowl toward her as a hint that he was asking for more.

"Oh, yeah," she said, taking the bowl and standing to serve him more. "You really like it?"

"Yeah, it's really good," he replied, leaning back in the chair a bit. "You turned out to be a really good cook."

"I'm glad you think so," Wendy replied with a small blush. She placed the bowl in front of him and Van reached for one of the condiments as she sat down again but pulled his hand back. Wendy noticed the action and asked: "Is something wrong?"

"No," he simply replied, and reached for his spoon. Slowly he dipped it into the stew and pulled up a big helping but froze and stared at it a moment.

"He didn't put anything in it!" Wendy realized. "He's gonna try it without anything! He's gonna eat it the way I made it!"

Van swallowed, as if he were afraid that without putting anything in it, it was going to kill him. He glanced at Wendy who was staring at him in awe then he closed his eyes.

"Just do it, Van!" he told himself. And with that thought, he shoved the spoon into his mouth. Wendy nearly screamed with glee, but she held it back. It wasn't over yet. She watched with growing anticipation as he chewed slowly on a piece of food. She frowned in confusion as he twitched a little.

"He's gonna go into convulsions," she thought, sarcastically.

"This…" he finally sputtered. "This is…"

"Van?"

"This is GREAT!" he shouted, standing as Wendy jumped at his sudden excitement. "I'll never eat this stew with condiments again!" He sat back down and stuffed his face with it as Wendy stared at him in total and utter shock.

"He actually did it. And he actually likes it!"

"W-Well," she breathed. "I guess I can put these away then, huh?" She stood and still watched in awe as Van shoveled food into his mouth. She gathered all of her condiments and put them away then pulled out a large bowl and scooped some stew into it. She picked it up off the counter and walked toward Kamayo as he stood next to the table.

"Here ya go, Kamayo," Wendy smiled as she placed the bowl on the ground in front of him and he thanked her with his turtle noise making her giggle. She sat down at the table again and noticed Van was staring at Kamayo.

"He's, uh…" he said, hesitantly. "He's gotten big, hasn't he?"

"Yeah," Wendy giggled. "I didn't think he would get so huge!" She watched Van begin to eat again then gazed into space. "I still have that puzzle you gave me."

Van froze and looked at her blankly.

"Yeah?"

She nodded then said: "I never put it back the way it was. I've always kept it solved, the way you gave it to me."

"Really?"

Wendy nodded again.

"You don't have to."

"I know, but, I wear it sometimes. On special occasions."

"Wear it?"

"Yeah. Around my neck. Like you suggested." Wendy dug into the pocket of her dress and pulled the puzzle out, still solved, with a string around it. She pulled it over her head and looked up at Van to see how he would react.

"See?"

"Yeah."

"You said it would suit me better than a turtle."

"Yeah. It-It does."

Wendy blushed and looked away.

"Well, I guess I'd better go get that room ready," she decided. If I stay here too much longer I'll faint from all this blushing! She stood and walked down the hall toward the guest room.

"Hey, Wendy!" Van called, standing as well. She froze and turned to him in surprise. Van straightened and looked away, glancing at her every few seconds. "I, uh…I wanna thank you for letting my stay. I, uh…I appreciate it."

"Oh," Wendy breathed then smiled, sweetly. "It's no problem! Stay as long as you like! I don't mind!" She turned back to the hall and hurried to the guest room. Stay as long as you like?! What was I thinking?! She sighed. You love him. Just admit it. You love him.

A/N: i just realized, Our Song by Taylor Swift would totally be Van and Wendy's song! lol! well? how'd i do? reviews r appreciated. and, no Van will not start eating EVERYTHING normally. we still have to stay true to him, don't we? lol! just thought i'd let u no that before u freak out. reviews, please?